.... I know I shouldn't be bored
... but its difficult not to be.
I was really hoping something would start yesterday.
I had the pre-labour gastro symptoms on Friday and no one else was sick. I felt better Saturday and then had some more low cramps Sunday. Sunday night I even thought I might have had a few contractions - nothing too painful and certainly nothing regular, but leading maybe to more activity ....
And then: nothing.
Mom came over and gave me an awesome pedicure - now I have pretty pretty feet that feel wonderful. And we took the dog's for nice long walks and I arranged for the cleaning services to start tomorrow and I've almost got this furnace deal squared away ... and nothing.
Last night the pressure changed and we even had a thunder storm! Lots of pressure changes! I had such hopes for this morning!
And again: nothing.
Ghah.
Last week at least I had things to do. I had clothes to fold and stuff to arrange ... now I'm kinda just sitting back and relaxing. Which is GOOD! I should be enjoying this! I should be doing more of it! But its not really relaxing - its waiting. And I dislike waiting. I'm far to A type for this.
I went to the library yesterday and got four more Agatha Christie's (most of which I have read before, but none for a while, and two of which are Ms. Marple, my favourite sleuth), Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (which I've been meaning to read), and Shades of Milk and Honey, which looks good (its apparently a Jane Austen with magic. awesomeness). So I've got books to lay back with and nothing much to do - should be paradise. IS, most days. But I'd rather be in labour.
(random Warcraft interjection: 'Join the army, they said. See the world, they said. I'd rather be sailing' ... and then on the boat all he does is throw up. Ahahahaha. Oh classic Warcraft. You make me smile)
My puppy is happy at least, getting lots of walks and sleepingly and playing with her toys and eyeing me whenever I get up - which is often - to go to the bathroom because that's where her treats live. I think she's still expecting me to give her a treat and go to work.
Well at least I'm seeing Buffy the Midwife this afternoon and I'm going to ask for a sweep. I'm hoping that gets things started. Which means its my duty to rest up and relax now, because I'm hoping to be in labour by tomorrow morning.
*fingers crossed*
I know soon as the baby gets here and I'm sleep deprived and drooling I'll think back on this anxious waiting and curse myself for an idiot, but knowing that doesn't make it any less true.
I'm still worried about labour, that's the thing. I've been making mental checkmarks all through this pregnancy, though its been really good I have very few complaints, but it helps to get past things. It was a relief to get through the first six weeks, it was a relief to see that heartbeat and make it through the first trimester. I was a relief to have a good anatomic scan and normal materal serum screening. It was a huge relief to make it past 24 weeks and another to get through week 28.
Now the only big hurdle left is labour. Its the last chance during pregnancy for things to go wrong. I want to go through it so I can come out the other side with a healthy baby I can start properly bonding with. I want to get going on all the new anxieties that will start when I'm actually holding an infant, and get past these old ones I've been carrying around for the past 9 months.
I've had lots of dreams about breastfeeding, I think I'm really looking forward to that. No dreams about labour though. I can't decide if its because I'm afraid of it, or because my body has no real idea what to expect, despite my medical experience, and so my subconscious has decided to take it as it comes instead of building it up. Which is probably rather smart of it.
But come on, child. See the world already!
I was really hoping something would start yesterday.
I had the pre-labour gastro symptoms on Friday and no one else was sick. I felt better Saturday and then had some more low cramps Sunday. Sunday night I even thought I might have had a few contractions - nothing too painful and certainly nothing regular, but leading maybe to more activity ....
And then: nothing.
Mom came over and gave me an awesome pedicure - now I have pretty pretty feet that feel wonderful. And we took the dog's for nice long walks and I arranged for the cleaning services to start tomorrow and I've almost got this furnace deal squared away ... and nothing.
Last night the pressure changed and we even had a thunder storm! Lots of pressure changes! I had such hopes for this morning!
And again: nothing.
Ghah.
Last week at least I had things to do. I had clothes to fold and stuff to arrange ... now I'm kinda just sitting back and relaxing. Which is GOOD! I should be enjoying this! I should be doing more of it! But its not really relaxing - its waiting. And I dislike waiting. I'm far to A type for this.
I went to the library yesterday and got four more Agatha Christie's (most of which I have read before, but none for a while, and two of which are Ms. Marple, my favourite sleuth), Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (which I've been meaning to read), and Shades of Milk and Honey, which looks good (its apparently a Jane Austen with magic. awesomeness). So I've got books to lay back with and nothing much to do - should be paradise. IS, most days. But I'd rather be in labour.
(random Warcraft interjection: 'Join the army, they said. See the world, they said. I'd rather be sailing' ... and then on the boat all he does is throw up. Ahahahaha. Oh classic Warcraft. You make me smile)
My puppy is happy at least, getting lots of walks and sleepingly and playing with her toys and eyeing me whenever I get up - which is often - to go to the bathroom because that's where her treats live. I think she's still expecting me to give her a treat and go to work.
Well at least I'm seeing Buffy the Midwife this afternoon and I'm going to ask for a sweep. I'm hoping that gets things started. Which means its my duty to rest up and relax now, because I'm hoping to be in labour by tomorrow morning.
*fingers crossed*
I know soon as the baby gets here and I'm sleep deprived and drooling I'll think back on this anxious waiting and curse myself for an idiot, but knowing that doesn't make it any less true.
I'm still worried about labour, that's the thing. I've been making mental checkmarks all through this pregnancy, though its been really good I have very few complaints, but it helps to get past things. It was a relief to get through the first six weeks, it was a relief to see that heartbeat and make it through the first trimester. I was a relief to have a good anatomic scan and normal materal serum screening. It was a huge relief to make it past 24 weeks and another to get through week 28.
Now the only big hurdle left is labour. Its the last chance during pregnancy for things to go wrong. I want to go through it so I can come out the other side with a healthy baby I can start properly bonding with. I want to get going on all the new anxieties that will start when I'm actually holding an infant, and get past these old ones I've been carrying around for the past 9 months.
I've had lots of dreams about breastfeeding, I think I'm really looking forward to that. No dreams about labour though. I can't decide if its because I'm afraid of it, or because my body has no real idea what to expect, despite my medical experience, and so my subconscious has decided to take it as it comes instead of building it up. Which is probably rather smart of it.
But come on, child. See the world already!